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Phewee! This took a long while!

Indeed, the Purplegeist has made his return to my profile - ever since Update 2 of FNaF World showed off his brand new design, I've been itching to draw him. New ideas kept popping up in my head, though, and for a while I never got around to it. Finally, though, I managed! And I, er, went a little crazy with excitement. Lol.

My utmost apologies for some parts of the picture not being very clear - there's so much going on that it's hard for the camera to capture it all perfectly. This type of blur is present in a lot of my images, but in this one it's very prominent on account of Geist's insane amounts of pencil lines everywhere. :>

(The blurry spines on his back are jagged rocks - I figured I'd tell you since they're the blurriest part of the image.)

The Purplegeist was...confused.

Between being annihilated by a small toy bear and his goofy-looking accomplices and being brought back from the dead shortly afterwards by a rather frightened-looking blue creature (Purplegeist hadn't even known he COULD die), he didn't quite know what to think. For a short while he pondered whether or not he ought to simply return to his life, preying on animatronics that dared to venture into his lair and snatching innocents away under the cover of night.

However, an incredible hunger filled him. He felt as if his regular lifestyle could not accommodate his newly-resurrected body anymore. He needed more.

And so he wandered the land, snapping up townsfolk in his immense jaws and laughing as the braver ones amongst them were crushed beneath his writhing tentacles.

Even still, he was bored. He wanted a challenge.

Soon enough, the unlikely group of adventurers that had proved to be his downfall in the first place sprang to mind. The Purplegeist licked his chapped, bony lips at the prospect of vengeance. The prospect of a worthy adversary.

Though he soon realised that he was not capable of taking them on as he was; they were only growing stronger as time passed, whereas he only grew hungrier and more tired.

And so the Purplegeist had an idea.

Crawling begrudgingly through Pinwheel Circus, the purple beast soon reached the immense robotic owl guarding his objective. However, instead of a fight ensuing, the owl simply stood aside and granted him access to its master's lair.

Eventually catching sight of a familiar blue entity, the Purplegeist began to reluctantly beg for more power. More potential. A chance at defeating his mammalian foes.

Surprisingly, the blue man was more than willing to grant him his requests. Purplegeist surmised that it was primarily due to the creature's own immense fears of the bear he wished to destroy.

Regardless, he felt an overwhelming sense of gratification flowing through his circuits - the blob-like purple monster began frantically thrashing about uncontrollably, his body changing. Moulding into something new. His endoskeleton, as simple as it was, began to grow. He felt new attachments latch into place within him, and soon he found that he had a spine, and legs, and arms, and even a neck. His muscle mass grew, and his teeth sharpened. His eyes, too, grew, and he became more alert. His reptilian nostrils melted into one single hole in the centre of his face, and it expanded as he took his first breath in this new form.

He no longer had tentacles sprouting from his body - the mechanical appendages had been repurposed into lethal spines sprouting from his back.

He felt good. He felt alive.

The Purplegeist, now towering over the naive blue creature who'd been stupid enough to gift him such power, thanked the man.

He'd kill Freddy Fazbear - then he'd kill any and all of the bear's friends.

Then the Storyteller would follow, his generosity proving to be his downfall.

And then Animatronica would be bathed in a purple mist, and all would perish.
The Sovereign had arrived.

Description

Phewee! This took a long while!

Indeed, the Purplegeist has made his return to my profile - ever since Update 2 of FNaF World showed off his brand new design, I've been itching to draw him. New ideas kept popping up in my head, though, and for a while I never got around to it. Finally, though, I managed! And I, er, went a little crazy with excitement. Lol.

My utmost apologies for some parts of the picture not being very clear - there's so much going on that it's hard for the camera to capture it all perfectly. This type of blur is present in a lot of my images, but in this one it's very prominent on account of Geist's insane amounts of pencil lines everywhere. :>

(The blurry spines on his back are jagged rocks - I figured I'd tell you since they're the blurriest part of the image.)

The Purplegeist was...confused.

Between being annihilated by a small toy bear and his goofy-looking accomplices and being brought back from the dead shortly afterwards by a rather frightened-looking blue creature (Purplegeist hadn't even known he COULD die), he didn't quite know what to think. For a short while he pondered whether or not he ought to simply return to his life, preying on animatronics that dared to venture into his lair and snatching innocents away under the cover of night.

However, an incredible hunger filled him. He felt as if his regular lifestyle could not accommodate his newly-resurrected body anymore. He needed more.

And so he wandered the land, snapping up townsfolk in his immense jaws and laughing as the braver ones amongst them were crushed beneath his writhing tentacles.

Even still, he was bored. He wanted a challenge.

Soon enough, the unlikely group of adventurers that had proved to be his downfall in the first place sprang to mind. The Purplegeist licked his chapped, bony lips at the prospect of vengeance. The prospect of a worthy adversary.

Though he soon realised that he was not capable of taking them on as he was; they were only growing stronger as time passed, whereas he only grew hungrier and more tired.

And so the Purplegeist had an idea.

Crawling begrudgingly through Pinwheel Circus, the purple beast soon reached the immense robotic owl guarding his objective. However, instead of a fight ensuing, the owl simply stood aside and granted him access to its master's lair.

Eventually catching sight of a familiar blue entity, the Purplegeist began to reluctantly beg for more power. More potential. A chance at defeating his mammalian foes.

Surprisingly, the blue man was more than willing to grant him his requests. Purplegeist surmised that it was primarily due to the creature's own immense fears of the bear he wished to destroy.

Regardless, he felt an overwhelming sense of gratification flowing through his circuits - the blob-like purple monster began frantically thrashing about uncontrollably, his body changing. Moulding into something new. His endoskeleton, as simple as it was, began to grow. He felt new attachments latch into place within him, and soon he found that he had a spine, and legs, and arms, and even a neck. His muscle mass grew, and his teeth sharpened. His eyes, too, grew, and he became more alert. His reptilian nostrils melted into one single hole in the centre of his face, and it expanded as he took his first breath in this new form.

He no longer had tentacles sprouting from his body - the mechanical appendages had been repurposed into lethal spines sprouting from his back.

He felt good. He felt alive.

The Purplegeist, now towering over the naive blue creature who'd been stupid enough to gift him such power, thanked the man.

He'd kill Freddy Fazbear - then he'd kill any and all of the bear's friends.

Then the Storyteller would follow, his generosity proving to be his downfall.

And then Animatronica would be bathed in a purple mist, and all would perish.
The Sovereign had arrived.